Suicide Poem by kayla marnach
Suicide
my days are dreary, dark, and grey
i want to scream,
im being surrounded by all the people
they're calling me names like freak, and emo
they call me emo all because,
they saw my wrists, it was enough
to make them judge
all because im different,
i didn't want to fit in.
they judge me by what they see
they don't know enough to see
whats inside is what really matters
whats behind this upside down smile
a girl screaming, drowning in tears
because the peoples judgements
were her worst fears.
now its over i go home and get in trouble
im late and sent to my room
they all assume im safe, up in my room,
but they walk in it's permanantly over
im on the floor, my arms are covered
in blood of red,
im dead forever!
To allow ourselves to feel bad we must first realize along the way that we decide to feel pain based on the lack of love... or at least when our mind brings that into perception... may love come to you, and that you can see to realise whatyou feel is what they communicate to you, why feel that way about yourself, decide for you. Sometimes you have to choose to love. I know
kindof like my poem scared like ur always scared what people will think of u when they find out. i really like it.
THiS iS REALLY GOOD iN EXPRESSiON... i FEEL THiS PAiN... BUT i MET THiS PERSON WHO... CHANGED ME FOREVER... i LEARNED NOT TO CARE ABOUT THE OTHERS... JUST WHAT i TiNK ABOUT MYSELF iS THE BEST...
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4/19/2024 6:24:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
WOW! ! ! thats exatly what my poems are about. that is so weird. like you want them to know but ur scared. like ur scared of what they will do.